We like to talk about love like it’s unconditional but there is probably nothing more conditional than love. There’s no point in having love for someone who doesn’t want it. There’s no point in putting endless energy into someone who has nothing but empty words for you and not even that, someone it makes no difference to whether you wake up in the morning, or don’t. We are not hardwired. We are not absolutes.
Memory is not enough to sustain love and that’s another reason I don’t love you anymore.
I don’t love you anymore because if I were to love you I’d be loving the person you were then and not who you are now, the you who used to love me, the friend I remember who’s died since and you no longer know me. If I were to speak to you you’d turn a blank face. Your cells have regenerated since I spoke to you last, you’re not in there anymore and I’m talking to a stranger.
I’m talking to myself again.